running with a group, I am a misfit
my face is fierce
turning away greetings with its chill
feet padding out a cadence familiar
but utterly unsustainable
legs stretching out their stride
half a block before a blinking crosswalk
eyes capturing snapshots of safe paths
at treacherous intersections
head turning involuntarily
to check blind spots
ragged breath hushed
when passing another person
pace picked up
with the finish line on the horizon
I am a Gremlin on a Ferrari frame
I am a jockey on a pony
I am an old guy sucking in his gut
gasping for his glory days
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